Bubba Sparxxx - Ain't Life Grand

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don'tAin't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't
Ain't life grand

Yeah, this is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit
A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit
But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit
But y'all gettin' sick of banjos and fiddle shit

I hit a lick with it, but now I'm feelin' brand new
It's time to reinvent again and win again
So can you, put on that loop, split the blunt and food
And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group

We outlast and outclass these vagabonds
Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton
See my medicine, as an adolescent one was
Black eyes and Babylon, shit that's what I'm proud I'm from

And what I have become is a major fact that one
They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on
Fuckin' believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude
Smoke the blunt and eat your food

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't
Ain't life grand

You sit and wonder 'bout it
You hope and wish you got it
You try your best to hide it
You'll have to keep from cryin'

Ain't life grand
One day your on a high then
Next day you wished you died
Folks hate it when you're ballin'
They'd rather see you gone

This is me man
I just bust, I don't adjust much
To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff
On the hush hush, they'll never touch us

Dis-a-gust the national, that's putt, putt
I'm in the Butt Hut, fucked up some wet
Uncut, untucked, tryin' help me one up
One OC 8, oh makes me a whole

Entirely different type of a-hole
Gotta proper bank roll, Betty drop that thing slow
Motherfuckin' load the devil thing like it swell
Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets

Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday
Bubba K'll never sway, born and bred in GA
I love Troy but it never was no play
It's like my four head stacks off a baby put it
They find it stankin' in Tennessee, here they wouldn't find ya, ho

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't
Ain't life grand

In conclusion, listen to me when I'm talkin' to you young fella
It's fittin' to start rainin', hope you got an umbrella
I'll probably never be a number one seller
Might of been beige, but I never was yella

And when I saw yella, I don't mean yella
As in light skin, I just mean the type when
The beef heighten, get to sprintin' right then
Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin'

Oh yeah, I will go there
Cause I'm from nowhere and I really don't care
If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear
My hand across the face, when I put it on there

I'm a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate
I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin' it
This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues
You never did like me, but you had to pretend to

'Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew
Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew
Then how he refueled, and with Big re-booed
This whole fuckin' ship for a like a million and three moons, bitch

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't

Ain't life grand
You're workin' to the bone
You're givin' it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't
Ain't life grand

You sit and wonder 'bout it
You hope and wish you got it
You try your best to hide it
You'll have to keep from cryin'

Ain't life grand
One day your on a high then
Next day you wished you died
Folks hate it when you're ballin'
They'd rather see you gone

Ain't life grand
Ain't life grand
Ain't life grand
Ain't life grand

Бытует такое мнение, что белому парню откуда-нибудь, например, из той же самой Джорджии никогда не сделать такого рэпа, какой делает темнокожий мальчонка из Гарлема. Но это совсем не так. И примером тому является Bubba Sparxxx. Стоит только послушать его сингл «Ugly» - первый сингл с его дебютного альбома Interscope/Beat Club/11th Hour recording artist Bubba Sparxxx - и вы сразу же сломаете для себя все стереотипы и поймете, что кроме Eminem есть белые рэпперы, обладающие неимоврным талантом и хорошей подачей. Одним из таких и является Bubba Sparxxx.
Его первый альбом называется «Темные дни, светлые ночи». Он изобилует, если так можно выразиться, совместными треками, спродюссированными таким известным в хип-хоп среде человеком, как Timbaland. Эти треке записаны с не менее известными людьми (Missy «Misdemeanor» Elliott, Jay-Z, Nas, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg). Альбом супсидирован известной компанией Interscope Records.
Sparxxx родился в LaGrange (что-то вроде захолустного городка в 105 километрах по направлению к юго-западу от американского города Atlanta). Это поистине знаменательное для Sparxxx’а событие произошло 6 марта 1977 года. Из пяти детей он был единственным, кто был зачат уже после свадьбы ;) Его настоящее имя - Warren Anderson Mathis, хотя мать Sparxxx’а - продавщица в магазинчике - называла его «Andy». Отец Jimmy работал в том же магазинчике и, начиная с мясника, дошел до менеджера. Также он работал водителем школьного
автобуса и водителем грузовика Lance Potato Chip. Как говорил сам Sparxxx, его отец был мастер на все руки.